The present moment alone is real. Whence does it come? It seems to have come out of the past. Whither is it going? It appears to be going into the future. But neither the past nor the future is real. Therefore the real comes out of the non-real and goes into the non-real. Since the future is unreal, there is nowhere to go. Just be as you are, and the world will go its own way. Attachment leads to a degenerate age. But, without a past or a future and of the essential nature of emptiness, what is the present moment doing?